Whispers of You (Lost & Found, #1)

by Catherine Cowles

“It isn’t words she needs from me.” It was atonement. But I couldn’t give Wren anything that would heal the wounds I’d caused for not being there during the one moment she’d needed me the most.

This is gonna be a fine line between atonement and self-serving

My pulse beat harder in my neck, the rapid rhythm of trying to fight off the memories. The sticky feeling of her blood between my fingers. Her fading heartbeat. The knowledge that I’d failed her. She’d almost died because of me. Because I’d let Nash distract me. I might as well have been holding the gun myself.

What kind of self-centered savior complex bullshit is this?

Because Wren had gotten her miracle. And when she healed and was whole, I did the only thing I could, the only right thing. I walked away so she could find someone worthy of her.

So self-sacrificing and self-serving.